Clouds
It's a description about clouds
Love
It's a description on love
CHANGE
CHANGE ALONE IS UNCHANGING -Heraclitus (Poetic Prose)
OUTSIDE LOOKING IN
I feel like this a family and church gatherings - when you are attending alone and are fairly new to the arena.
Moon
It's a description about the Moon.
Dawn
It's a description about the beauty of dawn
Ode to Eros
It's a poem about Erotic love.
Catch And Release
The man, or woman, of your dreams isn't always easily recognized. Hidden behind our own visual, and often peripheral subconscious, in fact our matings, unlike most all other species is predicated more on visual perception more than any other sense. This poem tells about a man in this case, who was made aware that a woman was in love with him, but because he had other admirers he opts to choose another option that proves very quickly to have been a mistake. In retrospect he realizes that the woman whose love he rejected is one he could have been happy with, and given time come to reciprocate her love.
Far away
This poem came to be written because of a recent profile I visited!!, amazingly I'd never thought to visit this profile although there'd been more than enough reasonable cause, I clicked on the profile and miraculously, magically, suddenly there she was!! What I'm trying to say is everything was good, photos, about, she had intelligence, beauty, humor, compassion, passion, sensitivity, what she was looking for I am, or was willing to try and become. Her music preferences even included several songs I've covered and recorded on karaoke!! And if all these similarities weren't enough she has the same birth sign as the woman I married., In short the total package for me. Did the fact that we live a half a world apart from each other have any effect on what I felt? how I reacted? what I think? definitely. Many of us have had a similar experience, and the stress It has created for me needs an outlet and writing about it provides that outlet.
For My Future Lover
Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you!!
Brown eyed Woman
I stand on a cold snowy night nothing but a full moon and bright stars in my sight would like to send a message but the air is taking my life with thought's we've never met so how can this be right with only an image of your face standing in the
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I've been having drink's setting through the night thought i should write it down before it leaves my life it's so hard to explain wasting time writing rhymes is a passion of mine and your picture can't get off my mind You say you're looking for
OCEANS MUSIC...edit
thoughts as one year ends and a new one filled with fresh hope starts....
into the void
Are expanding universe
Moving On
Written in past tense If you read and can relate to this poem in however way that be for you, I wish you every happiness and great success too :)
Christmas
Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you have as much peace as I am going to have for the next ten days, outside of visiting my crazy family!
xmas where are you
Is it that time of year With lots of cheer We wish you a merry xmas The cries ring out Music plays we wish a merry xmas I dont feel happy i feel sad Gone is santa his present un opened Lies where it was a decade ago How the spirit broken
He
He took a puff Turned his head to me Leaned in and Exhaled into my mouth He said “give me your tongue “. I did
Christmas blues
The house is filled with Christmas cheer The lights on the tree twinkle like a star The candy bowls are full Yet my heart feels so bare I’m just not in the Christmas spirt this year I hung the stockings with great care The kids are grown
Lucky Peas
A nostalgic memory from my childhood, I was nine and it was New Year's day, we'd had our dinner, complete with peas of course. Us kid's were galavantin' around in the front yard and I stubbed my big toe on the fence ( leastwise I thought I'd stubbed it) when grandma looked at the angle it was bent she sent for the doc who come down after about an hour or two, I hated black eyed peas for a long time afterwards.
Waiting
Not knowing where to go, But I always end up In that special place that we know. On a bench that's made for two, Only one side is empty, For that place is meant for you. As I look out Onto the beautiful sea shore, crashing waves on me Memo
Mannish
As I look back on my adolescence I realize I was quite precocious, the folk back then called it "mannish" in regard to boy's, and "womalish" in the case of girl's. I laughed out loud several times as I penned these memories. I hope the reader gets as much enjoyment from the reading, as I have the writing. ( I don't know if this should go under the catagory of "child" or " humor" ? Child humor?.
Longing Love
loving or remain loner, my choice
Doctor humour 2
Adapted from a Frank Carson joke
Lost In Translation
Sometimes we become so intent on getting our children that special present, or stressing over financial burdens directly caused by our expenditures during this season that we lose sight of what we're actually celebrating.
Stitches of hope.........
The bravery of a friends daughter and the doctors amazing skills ...........
My Ship Ain't Come In Yet
This is another poem inspired by my Uncle, even up until his death he often spoke of approaching death as a ship. Although he never spoke of it others in the family hinted that memories of a voyage aboard a slave ship was at it's root. I only know that he could not read nor write, was of undetermined age, and was one of the most amazing, unusual, and influential people I've ever known.
Someday Shadows
Inside and outside my shadow.
Unbowed
This poem is in memory of a very dear and close friend who I lost in Vietnam.
I was tired to be strong
I was tired to be strong, was tired to be wise I was tired to save, win, survive … There is a wish for eyes kind, hands there is a wish for darlings And lips that could whispe
Sailors In the Sky
Since I was a child, I have always admired the effortless gliding of vultures up in the sky. Among other gliding birds listed are albatross, eagle, condor, stork, frigatebird and seagull. It is a truly delightful to watch the marvellous gliding action of these birds way up in the sky as they ride the air currents. This poem is dedicated to them: the genuine avian sailors in the sky. (I have made some adjustments to the original to include some other gliding birds in the body of the piece).
Gentle stranger
There is a man, in a box
From my mentor
But, it is what it is
What's Your Elf Name? (Look and see!!! :))
Little Holiday Fun... (This was taken from an untitled web source)
the end
this is for a suicidal friend of mine
Haiku 575 Grand City NY
Night photo of New York on my wall.
I Saw Santa Eating Children
Krampus is Christmas figure from German folklore that comes to whip bad children and eat really bad children. He takes the really bad ones and puts them in the basket he wears on his back.
Doctor humour
Nearly Xmas, time to write some humour..
"Soul Art"
Pure Love Poem
The Entwined Luck
Pure Love & Romantic Piece of Poetry
___Make It One Day____
Everyday is the same There's no change, there's no joy I feel weak, I feel tired I'm depressed, I'm alone All these thoughts in my head f*ck, it's all a big mess Let's move on and forget All I need is some rest I feel lost, I feel trapped
Morning light
On this chilly December morn branches and tree trunks are bathed in the resplended light of the rising sun With every passing moment tints and hues of spectral magic carress my adoring eyes There is a subtle whisper beckoning me to dream of w